In Ivy’s Room, Tati gently pressed her palm to Ivy’s forehead and gasped at the heat. “Sweetheart,” she said softly, “you have a fever.”

“Mom, I’m okay,” Ivy replied with a tired smile, trying to reassure her.

Franklin entered moments later, his worry evident. He quickly moved to Ivy’s side and took her hand. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll call the doctor,” he said. “Our family physician is already on his way.”

“It’s really nothing, Dad,” Ivy said. “Just the ...